"Jenson!"

Whitney's lioness roar could be heard throughout the student dormitory.

"Come out, you evil b*stard."

Jenson was sitting quietly by the bay window of the standard dormitory room. Placed in front of him was a wooden easel with a newly painted portrait on it.

Jenson stared at the gentle and beautiful woman in the portrait with misty eyes.

Whitney broke in, placed her hands on her hips, and stomped over to Jenson. "You've done a really terrible thing, you little b*stard."

Jenson raised his eyelids to look at her. In the ray of the sun, Whitney noticed how abnormally bright his beautiful and charming eyes looked.

"Are you crying, Jens?" Whitney asked nervously.

In her memory, this little boy was always so stubborn and unyielding. From the day he enrolled in the academy, he had never shown weakness regardless of the difficulties he encountered. Whitney shifted her gaze to the portrait, and when she saw the gentle, beautiful woman in the portrait,

Whitney was so surprised that she stared at it in a daze.

"She's so beautiful. Who is she, Jens?"

"Mommy," Jenson replied.

Whitney froze...

a smile came from her

when he omitted the grammatical modifier and introduced his mommy like that, she felt as

Whitney indulged in her fantasies, she was so

her, the sadness

you doing

remembered that she was here to

already signed up for the etiquette

her with a deadpan

he was faking it. He had always

I can only leave the academy

really

be it," Jenson replied

30. Your kids would have all grown up when I come and see

Jenson,

you

heart breaks when you trick me like that, do you know

fury turned into

"Sob, sob, sob..."

eyelashes quivered, and when he spoke, his voice sounded a little hoarse, "I'm sorry,

of saying

back to my

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